"Our many deeds, the thoughts that we have thought,

They go out from us, thronging every hour,


And in them all is folded up a power

That on the earth doth move them to and fro,


And mighty are the marvels they have wrought

In hearts we know not, and may never know."


"The smile that rests the fairest, and the head that wears the crown,

May be near the heart that's breaking a little farther down."